If I ever forget that age is creeping into my household, all I have to do is look into this particular kitchen drawer of medicines, supplements, boosters, and mystery magic pills. Every morning when I feed my dogs, who are much further into geriatric days than I am, I assemble a minimum of 13 various tablets, capsules, and gummies for the three of us. That’s on good days, when nothing is particularly painful, congested, or awry. I used to pride myself on taking nothing beyond food and drink. These things seem to creep up on you.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 158: 96 words, TOTAL = 25,671; 34,329 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.